Just take a little in the middle so you have enough,
Unless you lose it at the limit then things might get tough.
Each night

These four grey walls hold

a thousand secrets from a

thousand raspy voices lost

in nonsense schemes that

lead to impotent dreams,

Time to go, spring left summer hot behind,
Hide no more, autumn leaves quietly standing by,
Snow more down, winter spirits

It's time,

To say Good Night,

Isn't God good to let us rest for hours before we finish our day,

Say a prayer for me in these

The next time I want to complain

All I need do is look at anothers road

I would be so vain

To say I'm not happy with what